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I’d never owned goats or a llama. Time now. Continue reading →
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When I heard that July is National Ice Cream Month, I assumed the celebration was brought to us by ice cream manufacturers and distributors. A mere publicity stunt? Not so, I learned. The special month was designated in 1984 by
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An 8-year-old walks home alone for the first time and, after losing his way, asks the help of a 35-year-old man. That man turns out to be the very wrong person, and the boy is found dead. What parental nightmare tops this? Yet nearly every
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I’ve been thinking about Time lately. We have so many ways to talk about Time: “no time like the present,” “don’t waste time,” “time is of the essence,” “time is precious.” You get the idea. But what in the world is Time?
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On the drive home from church today, my 11-year began singing the theme of a classic western. In a low rumble, from the backseat, she sang, “Chisum! Chisum!” I continue to introduce my 11-year-old to classic TV and movies. Our latest series has
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I don’t watch a lot of TV anymore. I can’t get excited about 21st-century sitcoms. And today, most dramas are a series of beautiful people making a hash of it until after the last commercial break — and then
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This week I bought my third complete set of the Narnia Tales. I don’t buy every set of the Narnia Tales that I see, of course, but within seconds of seeing this one, I clutched it tight. The books, you
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Fresh from the oven, a Dutch baby. I lived in Seattle on Nob Hill Avenue North when I first ate a Dutch baby (aka German pancake). A roommate made one nearly every weekend. I knew she wouldn’t be slaving over
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Dick Francis died February 14, 2010. An author I discovered when I was in about seven grade, I toted his books with me for decades, beginning with, I remember well, Nerve. My riding instructor had introduced me to him, knowing that I
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